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27. FELIX YEATS (POV)

I'm standing still, watching Isabelle walk away. My heart is heavy, filled with a mix of emotions I can't clearly name. My mind replays our interaction, every word, every gesture of hers deeply etched. The feeling of loss is tangible, as if a piece of me is distancing itself with each step she takes...

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